I am a self-professed slacker mum. You know the kind: unapologetic, lazy, and loving it — a LOT like Katie Otto from ABC’s American Housewife, so I’m really looking forward to season 2. It premieres on Wednesday, September 27 at 9:30|8:30c!

Slacker mums rush in at the very last minute with cheap cookies from the supermarket for the bake sale. There is no flair. No cellophane wrappers with ribbons tied around them. No little happies. Just plain, clinical-looking, clear boxes with plain cookies, and before anyone can utter a word of thanks, we’re peeling out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell.

Allow me to explain: I’m the kind of mother who needs to believe that I have a life outside of my children, and because of that, I’ve eagerly looked forward to the day when my dream of being a stay at home mum with school-age kids would be realised. I bust my a*s getting them out the door every morning, and then, poof! They’re gone.

Blessed, blessed quiet.

With my house and schedule empty, the possibilities are endless. Well, almost endless. I don’t need time to myself to do things like chemical peels and fancy massages that break up subdermal cellulite, because we don’t have the budget for it. I’m a stay-at-home mum, but I’m the kind who scrubs her own toilets (not because I want to). I have expensive taste without the lifestyle to support it; for example, I’ve been known to count out the coins from the bottom of my handbag for a quad soy latte, and sometimes, I spend our grocery money on really cute shoes.

I do not recommend this.

Because of my desire for the finer things in life, I considered returning to work once all the kids were in school — a thought that is especially inviting when I am counting out coins at an overpriced coffee shop — but honestly, I need a few years to recover from the grueling task of shepherding three small children from my placenta to the carpool line. After several years filled with babies and toddlers, I need some physical and mental space to breathe and eat M&M’s without grubby little hands trying to snatch them when I’m not looking.

I want to enjoy the freedom of running errands alone, or visiting the gynecologist without having to say, “Here, play with these” while handing my child a fistful of tampons. That actually happened once, and I’m pretty sure it was the beginning of the end of my sanity.

So, as you can probably imagine, I wasn’t thrilled about the possibility of filling my hard-won, child-free hours by volunteering at my kid’s school once they were finally old enough to enrol. Who are these people who drop off their children and immediately start photocopying and laminating in the copy room? Volunteering? Why? Don’t they have more important sh*t to do?

Every time I saw those mothers buzzing around, I hoisted up my yoga pants, shook my head in pity, and drove home to catch up on my favourite prime time TV. After all, as you’ll hear Katie say in the Season 2 premiere of American Housewife, I’m not one of those “no-life, busy-body, idiot” mums. I don’t belong with them. I belong with the mums who skate by on as little effort as possible.

Avoiding the expectation to volunteer turned out to be more challenging than expected, especially after I started getting to know some of the parents who were selflessly giving their time while I sat at home, eating crushed up chips and salsa out of a cereal bowl. Here are a few methods I used to dodge volunteering:

1. Always have a younger child. A younger child is a living, breathing, get-out-of-volunteering ticket. Don’t want to have more kids? Borrow one.

2. Feign busyness. If you’re always too busy to stop and chat, no one can ever ask you to do anything. Just shout, “HI!! How are YOU? I’m sorry I can’t stay and chat, I’m late for a thing!” and rush away. They don’t have to know that you’re actually rushing back to your bed. Shhh.

4. Make them all believe that you hold down a full-time job — somewhere, anywhere. You’re gainfully employed, and therefore have no time to sharpen 20 packs of pencils or make fancy name plates for all the desks in the Science room. Your “boss” wouldn’t like it.

I managed to successfully avoid meaningful volunteer work for quite a while by mixing and matching these approaches, but eventually, I got roped into being a room mum for my first grader’s classroom. I was feeling pretty proud of myself — Look at me! I’m such a responsible mum and member of the community! I was kind of enjoying being up on my high horse, and then, I completely forgot to make an important party happen. I totally, completely, sucked, and that was the last time anyone ever let me be in charge of anything at school ever again.

So, how do you really avoid volunteering? The truth is, you can’t, if someone is really determined to make you volunteer. Blow it like I did, however, and they’ll never ask you back.

Don’t miss the season 2 premiere of American Housewife, on September 27 at 9:30|8:30c on ABC!

Harmony Hobbs is a freelance writer who navigates the waters of motherhood without any grace or finesse whatsoever. She began her blog (Modern Mummy Madness) because writing costs zero dollars and therapy costs a lot of dollars, and has continued to self-medicate by writing down all the things that she can't say out loud. Harmony is a fan of coffee, wine, and very sturdy undergarments, and can be found on Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter.